Chapter 5

"Am I... dead?" Christina woke up from the pain. She opened her eyes, and sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting sunshine across her face.

The light stung her eyes, and she instinctively tried to sit up by the window. But she found that her feet were fixed to the bed.

Christina laughed at herself. It was clear that Sebastian couldn't let her die so easily.

A thin needle was slowly injecting fluids into her body.

Scenes from last night replayed in her mind like a movie, and those feelings of pain, despair, and helplessness overwhelmed her once again.

She remembered how she had disguised herself as a hostess and was humiliated by Sebastian, only to be ruthlessly informed of her the truth of his revenge afterward.

Sebastian's cold voice was like the biting wind in winter, piercing and merciless. "Your family is finished. Now, everyone in the Seymour Family who is still alive will be at my mercy."

The terrifying pressure made Christina's heart race, and she felt a suffocating sensation. "No, I can't give up like this. I can't let his plot succeed."

She used all her strength to lean against the bed and pulled out the IV needle, aiming the sharp tip at her own neck.

"Still want to die? Christina, if you die, I'll make sure your entire Seymour family will be buried with you." Sebastian's voice came from the doorway, his figure looming over the room like a ghost.

Christina looked up and saw Sebastian leaning against the door frame. A cold smile played on his lips, and there was no warmth in his deep-set eyes.

He was dressed in a sharp suit, casually playing with a stack of documents in his hand, which contained information about the Seymour Family.

He said, "As long as I want, the other branches of the Seymour Family will be completely bankrupt."

"You're a madman! A complete madman!" Christina's voice trembled, filled with fear and anger.

Sebastian slowly walked into the room, his footsteps echoing clearly in the quiet space.

He stood by the bed, looking down at Christina with a mocking gaze, as if she were a weak bird trapped in a cage. "I am a madman, so what can you do about it?"

Sebastian repeated Christina's words, smiling cruelly. "Everyone in the Seymour Family who framed and used the Boleyn Family deserves to die."

A strong sense of resistance surged in Christina's heart. She couldn't let herself be manipulated like this; she had to fight back and escape this demon's control.

"Then let me die!" With all her strength, Christina yanked out the IV needle, leaving a bloody mark on her neck.

Sebastian quickly snatched the needle away and slapped her hard.

"Do you think this will end everything?" Sebastian's voice was as cold as ice, "You're too naive, Christina."

He threw the documents onto Christina. The stack of papers felt like a heavy stone, making it hard for her to breathe.

With trembling hands, Christina opened the documents, each page mocking her helplessness and despair.

"These are the names of your family members." Sebastian's voice echoed in Christina's ears, "If you dare to die, they will die with you. It depends on you."

A deep sense of powerlessness surged in Christina's heart. Her innocent relatives, shouldn't suffer because of her father's actions.

Tears silently fell from Christina's eyes, dripping onto the cold documents, smudging the ink.

"You just want to completely destroy my dignity, don't you?" Christina's voice was weak and desperate.

Sebastian looked at Christina, a satisfied look flashing in his eyes. He knew Christina had no choice but to submit to him.

"What's your choice?" Sebastian's voice was low and powerful. He waited for Christina's response.

Christina closed her eyes, her heart filled with pain and struggle.

She knew that once she agreed to Sebastian's terms, she would lose her freedom, her dignity, and possibly everything. But she couldn't let her family suffer because of her.

"I agree." Christina's voice was barely audible, her heart ached.

A victorious smile appeared on Sebastian's face. Christina was now completely under his control.

"Good." Sebastian's voice carried a hint of triumph, "From today on, you are my sex slave until the day I get tired of you and discard you."

Christina felt nothing but humiliated. She had once been the pride of her family, the apple of everyone's eye.

And she had invited trouble and ultimately became Sebastian's servant.

"But I have one condition." Christina's weak voice carried a hint of determination.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow, surprised that Christina would make a condition in such a situation.

"What?" Sebastian's voice carried a hint of amusement.

Christina took a deep breath. She knew her condition might anger Sebastian, but she had to say it.

"I want you to promise not to harm my family." Christina's voice trembled slightly.

Sebastian was silent for a moment, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

He hadn't expected that in such a situation, Christina's main concern would still be her family.

"I can promise you." Sebastian's voice carried a hint of coldness. "But if you ever disobey my orders, your family will face immediate disaster."

A deep sense of fear surged in Christina's heart. She knew Sebastian meant what he said, and she had to be careful, not irritating him.

"I understand." Christina's voice carried a hint of resignation.

Sebastian nodded in satisfaction, knowing Christina had completely submitted to him. He stood up, ready to leave the room.

"Sebastian, you've won" Christina's voice suddenly rang out, a hint of defiance in her eyes. "But I will never surrender."

Sebastian turned around, a cold smile on his face.

"We'll see." Sebastian's voice carried a hint of threat.

He turned and left the room, leaving Christina alone.

Christina's heart was filled with pain and despair. From now on, she would become Sebastian's plaything.

Tears fell again, and she felt an unprecedented sense of helplessness and despair. She didn't know if she could endure such a life.

Tears slid down her cheeks, dripping onto the bed sheets, leaving dark stains.